Well, in Anchorage you kind of have to have a word for it, because we'd have berms sometimes up to five feet tall. We kids used to dig tunnels in them.

Plus, what else would we say? "God damnit, the car's high-centered on the heap-of-snow-at-the-end-of-the-driveway-thingy!" "I don't care how cold it is, I need you and your brother to go shovel the the heap-of-snow-at-the-end-of-the-driveway-thingy!"